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| AR Kennington Art |
(Story depicts the pain of the blind child who tries his best to get glimpse of his unimaginable beautiful mother by his imaginable dreams.)
A lady I see in my dreams,
A tip of powdered vermilion ,
A ray in her parting.
She smiles and she laughs,
While keeping her hand on my shoulders,
To support me.
A lady I see in my dreams,
Who hugs me and kiss me,
Thousand times.
A lady I see in my dreams,
Cooking my favorite dish and tuning
My favorite radio stations every time.
A lady I see in my dreams,
Is beautiful with well arranged tooth,
Like beads of rosary,
With a beautiful smile and
A lovely unseen heart....
A lady I see in my dreams,
Wear the Embroidered bordered sari,
Pleasant scent flowers locked in ringlet,
And clink of her bangles.
A lady I see in my dreams,
The one who gave me birth
To make her life colorful,
Unfortunately, turning Sepia
As I was born blind...
A lady I see in my dreams,
Who is having beautiful eye,
Having lens like me,
Not blind, but divine.
A lady I see in my dreams,
I imagine, I apprehend
I visualize and I love
In my dreams only,
As her real images,
I can never see.
Try to see virtual image,
In my dreams every day.
